Middle-Earth Meets Loki

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While he could not exactly be too surprised that there was some random group of horse riders prancing around in the wild, he did find it frustrating. Particularly considering the fact that it deterred them from their goal in the first place. They were now forced to stop, considering they had chosen to wander around them, and close them in. Loki, this time, was the one who had to calm Legolas, holding his arm down, not letting him draw his weapon, he did the same with Haldir keeping them from drawing their weapons. It would really only make the tense situation far more so, which was the last thing that they needed. 

He would not bother controlling the Dwarf, nor would he stoop so low as to demand Aragorn. Aragorn was not someone he needed to handle. He did not technically really need to handle the Elves either, but he knew that they would likely react to the not so subtle threat, and he would rather not risk them getting speared, he really did not care too much if the Dwarf did. Brutal, perhaps, but he was also tired of covering for the other continually. First with the Elves, then on the trek, he was not going to help the other anymore. He was talented, in some ways, yes, but Loki could not help but think perhaps they'd be better without him constantly interfering and causing problems. 

Then again, the same thing could technically be said of the Hobbits, but Loki actually liked them. It was not that he really despised the Dwarf, he just hated his attitude, and his constant whining, and complaining, and mostly about inane things as well. Add to that the blatant hatred of Elves, it was just frustrating. He did understand the Elves distaste more than the Dwarves, the Elves lived longer, and most remembered, whereas the original Dwarves that began this hatred, and this feud, and the continued reasons as to why they have this feud, are mostly dead, or unable to set the record straight, perhaps, as well, they just do not want to. 

Not to mention, they reminded him so much of the brash, impulsive, emotional Asgardians who solved things with violence over calm reasoning and just talking things out. He never liked those sorts of things to begin with and he won't like them now. Just because he can tackle a Dwarf, and can't most Asgardians, did not mean he favoured their attitude any better or worse. Let these Riders of Rohirrim, or so they were calling themselves apparently, handle the Dwarf if they so wished. Loki could not care less. It would be a service to him to do so. 

"What are two men, two elves, and a dwarf doing here?" 

"What is that such a problem?" Loki questioned, tilting his head curiously. The head of the person turned straight to him. He eyed him curiously. 

"What do you mean?" Loki just shrugged, looking for all the world as though he did not care, and he really did not, but...that was not the point. 

"I just mean, even if you find it suspicious, having so many different races together, is it really your right to pry into the buisness of others? It is not as though we are breaking tradition, we are not threatening you, we are not a threat either, so really...What does it matter what we are doing together or why we are together, if in the end it has nothing negative that would impact you?" Loki questioned relentlessly, leaving the other man slightly stunned. "We have not even raised weapons against you, obviously we do not intend to fight you, nor would we win should we even try. All we want to do is cross the countryside, catch up to the orc populous that you have probably already dealt with, and see if the people we are looking for are still alive or burnt up corpses." Loki said all of this with a causal disregard for the choked up sounds of Aragorn and Gimli, and the subtle shocked look from the elves which were staring at him now as he verbally scored with the head of the horse riders. 

"We did take care of them, I do not know if you're friends are still alive, but you can check and see." 

"We fully intended to do that, with or without your permission." Loki said, " Though it is nice to know that we have it." 

"If you don't mind," Haldir cut in, stopping Loki from speaking further and potentially angering the men more. "We should be on our way if we wish to make decent time." The head leader nodded, hesitant, as though he did not want to let them continue further, but having no good reason to stop them either. Aragorn thanked them, rather politely and far too much so in Loki's opinion.